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Inside the wave
Inside the wave

Coming from behind the wall
Coming from beneath the floor
Coming from behind the wall
Coming from beneath the floor

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Suddenly, I hear the sound (The walls close in around me)
Coming from behind the wall (Old habits fade far from me)
Suddenly, a door appears (The ceiling falls above me)
Coming from beneath the floor (And the sky is open to me now)

But, my hands are tied

And the ropes are tight around my wrists

Steadily we climb again (Makes me sick, think too hard, on the other side)
Step into a hidden room (Can't stare too long at the softest light)
Searchin' for another out (Old wounds get infected by the)
Found a tunnel heading down (Heat of an oven gone cold too long)
Suddenly, I hear the sound (Get my mind off the pain with the medicine)
Coming from behind the wall (Just the idea of a thought brings it 'round again)
Suddenly a light appears (Get my mind off the pain, off the pain)
Rapidly some something nears (Get my mind off the pain, off the pain)

But, my hands are tied

And the ropes are tight around my wrists

Bucket and a shovel on a sand dune
Building castles, knocking them down
Wading too far, out of my sight
Gonna work me over for a misdemeanor
In too long, out of bed, way too slow

In a found cut scene

From an empty film

The walls close in around me
Old habits fade far from me
The ceiling falls above me
But, the sky is open to me now

Bucket and a shovel on a sand dune
Building castles, knocking them down (But, my hands are tied)
Wading too far, out of my sight
Gonna work me over for a misdemeanor
(And the ropes are tight around my wrist) In too long, out of bed, way too slow

Forever wishing someone near the goal
Forever pushing, Sisyphus would know
Forever wasting promise as it goes
Forsenics shows a summer in the hole, buddy

Hands from the sky rip, rip, rip me open
(Suffer begin) Hands from the sky rip, rip, rip me open
(Suffer begin) Hands from the sky rip, rip, rip me open
(Suffer begin) Hands from the sky rip, rip, rip me open
(Suffer begin) Hands from the sky rip, rip, rip me open
(Suffer begin) Hands from the sky rip, rip, rip me open
(Suffer begin)

Writer(s): Robertdale Rulon Crow, Armistead Burwell Smith

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